It didn't feel like an unusual afternoon. I woke up de-rigeur, teeth gnashing and slightly hung over. The clock followed my usual descent into the cubby hole kitchen. The spoons frowned unwashed from the sink as I yanked the fridge open. The germs waved exicitedly, as they were wont to, from mouldy leftovers. Yup, if my memory serves me right, it was just another day.
Till my door bell decided to ring that is.

Note: The first few lines of a still born story.